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maribouI read a lot of blogs. I read too many blogs, because, well, people are just awfully shiny and some of them write extraordinarily well and what are you going to do? (Or, in this case, not do, because, too busy reading blogs.) You might call me a blog gourmand, if you were feeling cynical about it.
And there is a blog I found this year that I like more than just about any other blog that isn't written by someone I know personally or have spent years loving the novels of:
writing as jo(e)
Her posts almost always give me a warm, glowy feeling. Sometimes they make me think hard, or remember stuff. And sometimes they make me hoot like a demented monkey (pace, peanut gallery).
Sometimes ONE of her posts makes me do all those things.
Plus! The accompanying picture generally makes me happy all on its own.
And there is a blog I found this year that I like more than just about any other blog that isn't written by someone I know personally or have spent years loving the novels of:
writing as jo(e)
Her posts almost always give me a warm, glowy feeling. Sometimes they make me think hard, or remember stuff. And sometimes they make me hoot like a demented monkey (pace, peanut gallery).
Sometimes ONE of her posts makes me do all those things.
Plus! The accompanying picture generally makes me happy all on its own.
